After a while of scrolling, she says, “Let’s get out of here. This is boring. I want to meet real boys.” “I don’t know …” I say hesitantly. “Come on, Hannah, it’ll be fun,” Layla says. They both look at me with pleading eyes. “Fine, but first I need to go get the rest of my clothes from the car. I need something to wear.” I go down to the car to grab the rest of my things and see Dan doing the same. He’s carrying a box up the porch steps. He’s wearing a short-sleeve t-shirt and long board shorts. The ropes of muscle in his calves flex with each step and his arms bulge with the strain of the weight of the box. I try to pick my jaw up off the floor. He’s so fucking hot, it’s hard not to stare. But I try not to when he sees me standing near the front door. He’s better looking than any guy on Tinder, and I’m far more attracted to him than any of the eighteen-year-old boys flooding my inbox. “Hey there,” he says, and sets the box down. He wipes the sweat from his brow and smiles his b
Hey kiddo,” my dad says, shattering my fantasy and bringing me back to reality. “You’re on my team.” “Great,” I say. We’re definitely going to lose. There’s no way my dad will be able to keep up with Dan, and since I don’t know what I’m doing, I’ll be pretty much useless on our team. My dad gives me a brief overview of the rules. It’s our family against theirs. Layla and Fred are far more athletic than my mom and I, so we most definitely don’t stand a chance. Oh well. It’s just a game. Wish I could convince my dad of that, but he seems to have something to prove. He stares at the other team with determination, and when he comes back into our huddle, there’s nothing but fierce determination in his eyes. This isn’t going to end well. “The only one who will be able to keep up with Dan is you, Hannah -Bean. I want you on him like white on rice,” my dad says. My cheeks heat up. He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I wouldn’t mind staying on Dan all night long. “On it,” I say. Maybe flag
When I stand up, I have to use the football to hide my erection. After one more play, we go in the cabin to wash up before dinner. The girls go up to their rooms, the boys remain outside to play, and Mr Hills and Mrs Fox work on finishing dinner. I’d offer to help, but they know my skills in the kitchen are less than favorable. I go into the downstairs bathroom and run cold water in the sink, taking handfuls and washing my face. Maybe the slap of cold water will wake me up from this dream I’m having. And just maybe it will cool me down because I’m overheated after my encounter with Hannah during the football game. Every inch of my clothes and exposed skin is covered in dried mud and grass stains. I need a shower before dinner. No washcloth is a match for the mess I’ve made of myself. I should probably take a cold shower too, but I don’t think even the cold water will do enough to get rid of the hard-on raging in my shorts. If I stand any chance of getting Hannah out of my head befor
After just busting the biggest load I’ve let out in years, I would’ve thought my tank would be drained, but I guess not. I’m instantly hard again. The sudden bulge loosens my towel and I almost drop it right there in front of her. My reflexes are fast enough to catch it. She notices and lets out the most adorable little giggle. “Close one,” she says, sounding almost disappointed. Does she really want to see my cock? I’m half tempted to just drop the towel and see how she reacts. But that is too risky with so many other people in the house. “Too close,” II grab my clothes from my suitcase and go back into the bathroom, conveniently not shutting the door all the way. I leave it open a crack, and I can see through the mirror that she’s watching me, though I don’t think she realizes I can see her as well. I drop my towel and my hard prick stands at attention. I watch as Hannah’s jaw drops. I’m hung far larger than the average man. In fact, it’s the one—and only—thing my ex admitted
Mr Hills gives me a weak smile and nods. I’m not all that messed up over the split anymore. I want to tell him that when seeing the pitying look on his face. The only thing that still hurts is knowing I’d been lied to for so long. I’m glad my ex is gone. She’s off traveling the world with her new sugar-daddy who looks like a shriveled up potato with grease-slicked hair. Money was all she ever cared about. Didn’t seem to matter that she got the money at the expense of her family. Whatever makes her happy, I guess. And as long as she stops trying to come after me. It’s silent at the table except for the continued bickering of my daughters. I can tell Mr Hills wife is uncomfortable with him bringing up the subject; she was a friend of my ex-wife’s after all. I’m sure she’ll probably get on him about it later. I was afraid they would remain friends after the divorce and that would put a rift between me and Mr Hills, but her loyalties fell on me. I’m sure Mr Hills probably had something
She wipes the sweat beading on her brow. “It’s still hot out despite the sun going down,” she says. “It’s going to be a hot summer.” “I hope so,” she says. When she pulls her hair up off her shoulders, the bottoms of her breasts show beneath the triangles of fabric and my dick is so hard it hurts. “Those are my favorite kind of summers.” She keeps fidgeting, moving her body whichever way she can to show as much skin as possible. She might think she’s being subtle about it, but I see all of her tricks. The girl knows exactly how to get a man’s attention and she’s brilliant at it. If she wants my attention, she’s going to get it. I just hope she’s ready for just how much I plan to give her. I step closer until our bodies are almost touching. She takes in a deep, shuddering breath. “You like things hot and sticky?” I ask her. She’s all flustered, fighting a giggle and looking up at me with those beautiful eyes. It’s endearing and at the same time sexy as hell. Even though the sun h
When Mr Hills comes out of the trees and onto the dock, we are a safe enough distance away from each other for everything to appear innocent. John smiles and waves, and the air bursts from my lungs with relief. I’d been holding my breath, afraid he’d seen something, but he obviously hadn’t. As Mr Hills walks toward us, I lean closer to Hannah and whisper, “If this happens again, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself.” I mean it as a warning, but it sounds too excited for that. It comes off more like a promise. Hannah steps in front of me and waves at her dad with one hand, and with the other, she slyly reaches back and rubs my hard on. “Then don’t,” she whispers. Her words make me practically come in my pants. Then she walks away and I have to cover myself to hide the evidence. She looks at me over her shoulder with a flirty smile, and I stare at her perfect ass as she walks away. Hannah It’s early when I wake up the next morning. I can’t sleep in. Not after what happened b
I try to hold back but I can’t. As my orgasm slams into me, my grip loosens on Dan’s cock. He grabs my hand and wraps his around mine, using my hand to jerk himself off, doing all the work by stroking himself while I’m distracted by the hurricane of bliss rolling through me. It’s only seconds before he’s getting off too. His cock grows rigid, harder than I think a cock is capable of, just before shooting his load. The warm, sticky mess it makes beneath the covers coats my fingers. We’re staring into each other’s eyes, and he’s about to say something when I hear my mother’s voice upstairs. I pull my hand out from under the covers and wipe it on my t-shirt, leaving a streak of cum across my breasts. “Hannah, are you down there?” my mom calls out. Her steps are heavy as she comes down the steps. I dart into the kitchen before she can see me standing over Dan. I’m not sure what he’s doing. Maybe pretending to be asleep. I don’t stick around to find out. It was too close of a call for